Kyle had just graduated from high school and was looking forward to the summer off before he headed to OSU and joined the gymnastics team on a full scholarship. Kyle had work hard on his routine and his body and it paid off. Once a scrawny kid, Kyle was now 5'5” tall weighing in at 135lbs; he had a tight body that was smooth, yet muscular. He had a 29" waist, 40"chest, and 15" arms with an actual barbell mound on his arm. Kyle felt his only shortcomings were his smooth body except for some hair under his arms, around his crotch (which Kyle shaved as did most of the guys on his team), a smooth ass and asshole, and his dick hard was about 5".

Although he thought this diminished his manly looks, Kyle was the object of a lot of lustful eyes - from two of his teammates who were also gay but not known by Kyle, a few teachers, and the football and the wrestling coach. Kyle knew he was gay but never had any experience with another boy or man. He would deal with that after he finished school. Kyle did remember the one time he was practicing later in the evening and when we went to shower in the locker-room, saw the wrestling coach under the showerhead. Kyle could not believe how hot coach Marzetti was he must have been 6', 270lbs, solid muscle, hairy, and a dick so big Kyle could not believe. When they showered Kyle felt coach Marzetti stare at him a few times. Kyle just showered quickly and left afraid of getting a hard on.

Today was a hot and humid day and Kyle decided to bike down to the shore about a half hour away. Kyle put on his padded spandex short shorts, Kyle's favorite, and a spandex shirt along with his racing cap, mirror sunglasses and shoes.

Kyle took his skimpy pair of speedos, rolled them and a bottle of suntan pil into a towel, and then put them into the compartment on the back of his bike. As he headed off, Kyle knew that the route he was taking to the shore was a speed trap area and cops often waited to nail motorists. This is one reason Kyle rarely drove this route in a car.

Today like any day was no different. Cars were flying by him at 65-85, 90MPH. Kyle heard the faint noise of a siren and knew it had to be a cop chasing a speeder. Sure enough around the car came and 15 seconds later came the cruiser. As Kyle turned to stare at the speeder he veered his bike onto the edge of the break down lane and into the travel lane. As the cruiser sped by he nicked Kyle and the bike went flying down the embankment.

When Kyle got up he cursed the cop, "What a fucking asshole! He better not have ruined my bike!" Kyle brushed himself off and in so doing started to get a little hard. He checked his bike; it seemed ok and Kyle walked the bike back to the bike path and started riding. About five minutes later he rounded a bend and saw the cruiser pulled over, but did not see any other cars. All of a sudden the chain on Kyle's bike broke and Kyle walked himself and the bike to the cop car. Kyle knew this was his chance to tell the cop what happened and tell him off. Kyle was like this